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Hook 2x:
C-H-I-C-A-G-O It's the final tic and here we go Forget about them other styles Conflict kicking rodeo Verse 1: Kilo Once upon a time In the land of gang bang mentality When we drop quick Final tic clik Fatality is reality When the sunset We blaze this hay In the midst of a Conflict that's Crucial Here we become bogus on the hunt Notice how we speak this bump If you wondering what is rodeo THEN SADDLE UP! For a different adventure A journey to Chicago Westside where the hood lie '95 bound, we talking bout shit Of a different plane Secret loan hear we bang The rooting tooting shooting maniac Banging gats blunted high The gat going up tonight giddy up We copping that game at the drop of a dime Cause really where I'm at Scandalous, peeping the foes You gotta know the signs Load 'em up fast time running out Turn 'em in turn 'em round For the Conflict If youz a snitch you betta get a grip And come equipped for the Final Tic Hook Verse 2: Cold Hard You know again it's on in the motherfucker Still riding, my style is based on rodeo Crucial Conflict what they hollering They spooky now nigga let's turn it on Fuck it burn shit Let's fight till we hear that final tic Kill till we kill each other clik Bitch, you was talking crazy But now we finish up your damn mouth Send your bitch ass back down south Let you know that your ass out Niggas playing these games like a lame Get they ass whipped Beat up and slapped around Broken legs twisted hips Two eyes shot two busted lips Teeth knocked out two busted whips Bloody body up for gives That's the life you chose to live Now what's up wid that tough shit I knew your ass was just a bitch Drop you down just like a bomb And you got the Final Tic Hook 2x Verse 3: Never Nigga this the final tic Calm bitches done made him mad Bust a cap and jump back and it's on And I'm gone and got a damn thing to say Push push and push one more motherfuckin' time Fuck a bitch fighting ain't the same no more So I got the stinking hoe Push that bitch 6 under zero Who to roll mile though for Chicago Kicking down the door wid the rodeo C-O-N-flict trigger happy got the bomb Up in the barnyard Smoking on hay everyday in the Chi-Town Had you throw down wid rodeo fever And we got our mind made up Give a fuck what the next man say gotta make it Let me get down and take it To that other level, petty ride Who doing the killing Presuming to killing the villain I'ma meet you on that other side Born to kill a man gotta kill a man Born to ride and ride and roll in thick I'ma come on up so you betta get ready For the last and Final Tic Hook Verse 4: WildStyle This is the final tic I didn't mean to show my ass hoe But I can't be soft coming off nasty Willing woulda killa nigga if you wanna Make it out alive kid you might die I could fuck up your homies Everylast one a y'all is a free fall ah no Dynamite all around me In ten more seconds we all might be gone Four tons a death You can't escape the Conflict Wid the rodeo when you explode It's overloading the flow If you know woulda known Betta pray cause it won't be no more Did you wanna be blindfolded Pressure, all around make you feel it I'ma villain I'ma kill it Final tic tock quick In the room and smoke it Close you eyes and hold on tight Don't try to fight it's on tonight Bet a motherfucker now won't touch that mic Cause he might get this dynamite Grabbed your face trying to get away Conflict done dropped the bomb bitch Straight from C-H-I, we never die You know I talk that final tic Hook 6x |
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(Threats, fighting, and drum loops in background)
(Chorus) Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown. Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown. Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown. Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown. Listen up all you damned dare varmints it's finna be a showdown. Better flee the scene that's on the real, better keep that head down. Pick a bigger strap, better come equip and don't trip cause I'm bout to let it loose. Pullin' out a pocket knife will get you snyped and you know niggas is gonna have to shoot. Could it be that I had the loot in a mood for bustin' chickens nigga thought he had him a sweet vic but he had him a schizophrenic. Better have that itchy for the homicide aint no love, I'ma let it ride now it's gonna be a showdown. On the lowdown, better stay inside trippin' cause a nigga gonna die if Billy Joe didn't tell that lie he would still be in the barn. Instead, he got buckshots in his right side. Ms. Hay she cooked as punkin pie. Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn the showdown it was all good, and I came home with that smokey gun. (Chorus) Wait a minute, hold up now, who want confrontation. Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique, ha, I ride with a nation. And I'm bustin', not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga on your deck, so don't sleep to make you stifle. Got a rifle with a scope, you can't cope when the Conflict's on the creep. You came to closed to the style partner can't fuck with the rodeo. Here we go, wild westside, gitty up, move em out, head for the hills I'ma let it ride. The trick didn't know about the gangbang boogie 'til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead. No need for calling out your momma name now son-of-a-bitch you dead. On your mark, get ready, set trip, I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker block bam, my shit never jam. Like a hoe you fold when I stuck you snipin off a building gangbangin' is an everyday thing. Runnin' down on a hoe down, gotta low down, it's a showdown, nigga bout to go down, slow down! (Chorus) I'm just a bogus nigga fuck that nigga next to me. You get that ass dropped quick never had no love now you wanna challenge me. Fuck yo chief we got some beef. When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight I'ma be the nigga that take your life pop your ass say nighty-night. Born to do some damage I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker even think he rough. Blaze that bitch and bust him up. Pussy motherfucker I'ma take your stuff. Shit is out of pocket man, but all this shit is finna change, cause when I come this time I'ma show you a nine aint no joke, I'ma kill you some more, and show them fools Wildstyle aint no hoe. And if I die we all gotta go bad thing about it, I don't give a fuck, wondering what I'm livin' for face to face with a nigga that I hate. I'ma meet you on the hellground, look you up in your eyes and spray, smoke you in the showdown. (Chorus) A motherfucker told me it was gonna be a showdown. When I came around I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down. Fuck it niggas wit it let's rock the town, flee on the scene, now what's up baby. Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady came to loot better have what you gone shoot, cause we straight actin' crazy. C-O-N Flict nigga that's what it is when you tote them triggers gangbangalistic father figure. Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker, yeah. It's a showdown, not just my hood, but town from town making motherfuckers recognize the flavor coming from Chi-Town. Yee-Haw! Be quick to draw pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw. Make a nigga see what he never saw. Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw for a showdown, we don't play around. Motherfuckers gone die we gone kill 'em up pal. Motherfuckers playing these damn games, kill 'em up in the showdown. (Chorus) |
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| 4. |
| 4:39 |
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Whee-hee-hee-hee!
(Chorus) Desperado. Can't help it. I just can't let it ride wanted dead or alive. Desperado. Gunsmoke makes me strive. Bogus way of life. Who the hero? Who the villian? When I'm sterrin down the block fools wanna try why fly what they ridin' on the tip of a rider slidin' somebody gotta die on the frontier. Cruisin' but watchin' for a hit cause the hood be on shoot em up everytime I look around something goin' down buck buck somebody got popped stop drop hollow point tips hard to dodge when you lookin' down your enemies barrel you wish your apparel was camaflouge booyaw what you gone do now I got my crew pal and weese wrangla's what I got in my chamber will rearrange ya goddang ya will hang ya death wish wanna play under lasy under lay can't help it when I spray break out if you stay you're gonna pay in a bogus way I'll blow your skull hollow now if you follow that's your choice and you're gonna feel sorrow death hard to swallow you rodent here todasy gone tomorrow shouldn't fuck wit a... Chorus In the streets it's a game niggas try to get a name but ah, I don't fuck with em when I hit em with the shit to make em wanna squash it, watch it. Ride off through the valley leave em in the alley. Stankin' bitch who gone trick no witnesses I rush the vic two times in the shit. I laid em, miss he was acting like he had something I got pissed. No whif. A nigga said that he was at you what you gone do strap up black hoody up and bit the dust a hard head make a soft ass, so I'm gone blast. Watch a motherfucker last. Shoot it don't baby food it you got something nigga you'd better use it. Threatning a nigga with a gun it aint fun you caught one. Three off from the back gotta blow my guns woo-woo with a glock make your ass stop. Attack again won't come back again fuckin' him up like a bitch. Bustin' at him quick reachin' for your shit try to get away from me you getting hit you dig. Better move your kids I'm at this nigga and I don't wanna do it, but I'm wanted so fuck it I'm ready to drop em shit I got em. Chorus Who can help but to be scandalous cloned a vandalist but aint havin' shit. Boom. Buck. Buck. Who's next to get fucked up. Chump gotta lot of rowdy niggas wannt get your body stunk. Steppin' in the middle of a motherfuckin' blizzard where niggas are livin' and copin' and rooftop scopin' at ass too fast sufferin' succotash. Quicker to bust and blast take em up off the map. Now you wonder why it's on it's on, cause a motherfucker didn't play like that. Start the shit the Conflict we attack right away. To be exact now you wanna squash it. Uh-uh it's a rumble only way we gone end it when you on your back kick off and ripped off til shit aint attached. Itch through the dirt like a bitch bad with crabs. Yee-Haw, Yee-Haw Desperado rollin' out I'm wanted for millions for hanging up scabs. Take that bust off cannon then haul ass. Bogus way of life. But life get the last laugh no chance to glance and dance. Shit in your pants your leavin' the land hit your whole clan with they guns in they hand. Mission is finished and victory flawless. Chorus Gunsmoke from the Chi never with a crew and it's Flict and die. Gotta' put em up put yo hands up right now clap I'ma snap react and serve my pack or punch a punk dumb here I come with the Flict renegade and raw dope'll split heads. Come equip or get rip with lead never dis dat strap so what's next we can get down rumble or tuggle around what you got you gotta give it your all right now pal or get piled with pow you foul we buckwild get on up you got one false move. It's Chi for now we down to change the rules. Buddy done got his nutty split sent off a bit now he got some conflict got a thousand grams of mac Wildstylian with Hiddian the Yak. What else you need to justify trials of the Flict cause the Flcit'll straight kick it off somethin' proper dopper know you can't stop a poppin'. Steady mobbin' straight up knockin' you noggin. Tell me what you got, I'm starvin' bring it on nigga you trigger happy I'ma desperado. Chorus |
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Hook:
Life just ain't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) Life just ain't the same Life just an't the same (Life ain't the same) Life just ain't the same Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) Verse 1: WildStyle I know I gotta make my life right Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice Niggas in the hood wanna take my life Wid a knife so I strap up every night This game ain't no joke I pray to God I don't get smoked Never trust no hoe woulda known that Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh, Thinking back in the days when I played But now I see that life is real, I got a shorty to make my name live If I get killed, but I ain't no bitch That nigga that try ta get me gon' Have a hard time, let's see when I pop That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine I live a life of crime, Niggas like me keep mommas crying I think I'ma lose my damn mind If I do some damn time Gotta watch my back and pack a gat That's how the game goes Times change how they bang Life just ain't the same no more Hook Verse 2: Kilo Sittin, wid a shorty, They box, but they shoot not Talking that shit you wanna gangbang Well we gon' show ya how Try ta kill me I'ma try ta kill you Vic, what you think you slick Ain't no love forever hate Demonstrate, bring yo clique Tell them folks in the hood Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY! How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp You punk ass hoe, I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot Take yo pack and run yo spot If you strapped show me what you got Being a chief gon' get you shot Betta get on it niggas I creep wid So you got ta be fast It ain't the same, shit done changed That's yo ass if you don't blast, And you fucked up trying ta go to war Now it's on every night and day This is serious, ta game any joker Less it's gun play, bi-otch!! Hook Verse 3: Never Creeping ain't no sleeping Life ain't the same in the game Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind Found myself drifting in the wrong direction Back up in the old days, Niggas used to fist up on the block Capping ain't no thing to me When you wanna get rough Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus Everytime I start to think bullets scatter Have a man caught up in the system's Making us brothers ratter tatter And I really don't give a fuck My attitude is in the indo It ain't gon' never be no old days In the ghetto no more So you betta get a grip on reality And triz-out, I make a wiz-a Coming up in the new day's a damn shame Nigga might think that it's still the same But the shit done made an ugly change Coming up in this fucking game Tryin' ta make it in the new days man Hook Verse 4: Coldhard You know from what I can see Life just ain't the same now I don't give a fuck no more And I ain't afraid ta die I'ma be all I can be Fuck who try ta top me Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit From the eighties to the nineties Nowadays we gotta wreck shit Niggas coming up wid they clique stick Gangbang about a bitch Jealous cause a nigga slick What the hell is this shit? Youse supposed to be legit Talking all that pimp shit Nothing but a sweet vic I bet I ain't gon' be the one Kissing up to no nigga's ass Just because they say he bad Get his bitch bump then he sad Crying like a baby Life ain't like it was punk Betta get on top of yours Fo you fuck around and get gunned, Punk. Hook |
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| 4:20 |
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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today. I'm tore up,from the floor up Sippin on some crown royal. Trippin,in a circle of wood Where everybody smoke they own bud. Good ole' hay How you feel today? Fine,blowed and dandy. Silly like i'm hype off candy. Gotta big,thick chic named sandy. In the farm in the middle of the barn Where everybody's feelin crazy. I went to visit granny's house. Now i see why don't nobody leave. We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's. Too blitzed to even shake it off But i still got my head up. Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn And get my big black peter sucked Pass the hay you silly slut, Blaze it up so i can hit that bud. Git me zoned and i'll be on. Cuz i love to smoke upon hay. (chorus) Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. The hay got me goin through a stage And i just can't get enough. Smokin everyday I got some hay And you know i'm finna roll it up. Make a cloud I'm gonna take my mind away from all the Bullcrap. Bump my sounds Lay back and roll Mack to the freaks that's on the road. Sometimes i wonder When i was blowed on the streets. Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough they be. In this session,manifesting On myp's and q's Never snooze cause i refuse. Inhale,exhale the smell. Smokin hay all by myself. Wildstle,laughin loud. Wit my homies by my side. If somethin jump off let it ride On my square when time is live. Everybody throw it up Go to the barn and get some hay. When i get my choke on. Fool you know i'm smokin on...... Hay now hay We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn And i'm lit up Can't get up My eyes are red And my head is spinnin. Took another pull Ridin red bull Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids And we bout to get in em. Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at And everything funny. Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high Smokin all that hay with no money. Now truly this bitch wanna do me So i hit the 151bacardi She high like the sun Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. That hay got me so gotdamn horny But i don't like that tramp. The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. And i got the munchies I need soul food. Collard greens or pinto beans. If you smoke hay like the conflict do, Then you know what the hell i mean. (chorus) Rollin down the block Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack. Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that Hay stack Back up on the scene from smokin herb, I creeped up on the wall and all i heard. Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in The hay With a funky dime word. Couldn't be myself Couldn't smoke wit nobody else If i didn't pass it to the left. Nigga would have lost my breath. Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint But i can't Cause i roll around in dat barn ride. Rollin up the hootie hoo Roughest skin roller on dat west side. Nigga come on in I got some hay Won't you close dat barn door Nigga what you let them flies out for? Ain't nobody to rich, we poor. Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn The flies keep us chokin. Thank you jesus christ For all the hay you're givin us Cause we'll keep on smokin'. (chorus) |
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| 1:51 |
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In the land of raw dope
Ain't no love for suckers Only real niggas And real bitches Strap up and roll Let a motherfucker know Hook: Trigger happy bitch Giddy up now This bitch might POW POW! Trigger happy bitch Giddy up now This bitch might POW POW! Verse 1: Hoes run the way Y'all betta recognise Triggers holdin' down this shit And it's Shante for the 9 to 5 Wicked bitch of the Westside Homicide you know the lead Getting up wid your grammer bitch Don't you trick Come wid some more realistic shit Hands in effect get ya ass kicked Body blows betta roll Chi got me be in a bogus fold Never get me love Just money hungry Got a sack of hay So I'm living naughty Trigger happy nigga bustin' caps Hell done broke and bitch is snap Stick ya up kid for the showdown You betta leave town fo the sun go down I'ma throw down on the low down And run you bitches outta town (The bitch is trigger happy and she gonna throw down) Hook 2x Verse 2: My name is trigger And if you pull me and I'm mad I will straight pop On some shit in the bogus bitch Toe to toe this bitch will bust Head up cause I'm fed up Some bitches get lead up Thinking I'm a damn joke Watch me get realer Shit ain't nuttin' funny I'm wreckin' money Niggas on my fucking bone Trying to make they self some honey But uhh, I ain't even wid that shit To lick the clit And get on trip Bitch ain't about that lovey dovey Bitch all about that hitty witty Hook 2x |
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Yo check it out, knahwhat I'm saying?
It's time to get a real low down About how it goes, knahwhat I'm saying? Ain't no need to beat around the bush So uhh, just check out these playas Pop it like this Verse 1: WildStyle You like this hoe I bump this hoe She be turning tricks man Let me show you how to play your way Up in this pimpin' game Tell ya this from the get go If I catch ya with another brother You just gone be hurting fast Hittin' wid why? Don't you cry? But bitch you out there bad Get what you can, understand I got another plan Try to wreck shop and spit it fast Pass a bag as I tag dag Now I'm fin' to go for first scullie man I'm mannish, dirty shouldn't hurt me Why the foul niggas always wanna serve me? Who gives a fuck they be like me Never let no motherfucker spook me Like I'ma goofy, I'm down in this town so slick And I want that coochie I'm blazing up, Come in all, rodeo When we go A pimp is a pimp And a hoe is a hoe Nigga let that shit go Hook: Here's a little something That I think ya'll should know A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe When you on the street You got to let that shit roll A pimp is a pimp A mack is a mack A hoe is a hoe Verse 2: Cold Hard I'm just a slick nigga anyway Being bogus to a bitch is how I'm raised Ain't no sense trying to get in this If you broke hoe get up out my face "You a trip!" , No I ain't no trip Watch my pimpin' in the future bitch Hoe trying to play these mind games Like these trick lames get these bitches rich Uhh, guess who ain't tripping bitch? For the shit you be trying to pull slick I'ma stand on ya ass fast and pass Watch me hit another lick Hoe I ain't bout that groupie shit I'm gon' come out squeaky clean Have you ever seen, When a man fiend, Cause he ain't got no damn green Square figmonts and marry them hoes Fake Tims and paying 'em jealousy flaring 'em Just cause a nigga be wearin' and tearin' 'em Big thick I wannabes I must be scaring 'em Got a bitch nigga wanna be my companion To keep them hoes from all that bragging But hell nah, it's Cold Hard On the bitch I bogart Hook Verse 3: Never Check it out, You gotta pimp a bitch Gotta put a bitch down on How to go make that cash Creep in slick, get up and dig Then just straight break his ass Cause it really don't make no sense Just to get up wid a hoe And she ain't gettin' paid Bitch betta have my money laid Down like a nigga strung out on hay Hoes might try to strut man, And pop game, back at a pimp Real hoes know not to fuck wit me Cause I really ain't down for the broke shit Bitch wanna know how Never do it Never did it, now that bitch wid me Sticking her hands up in ya pockets Giving me all your fucking profits And it ain't no thing I let a hoe know quickly she gotta go When she getting to attracted to a nigga Out on the stroll she can have that nigga Bitch I'ma get my pockets bigga Slow down throw down and pimp anotha hoe Why fuck up the game trying to reclaim that bitch Just let her go Hook Verse 4: Kilo On the level pick a business Never snooze on the game Up out a freaky bitch A pimp is a pimp ya'll That'll find every vic That's waiting cause it appears to be A mack is a mack when I'm rolling Bitches be riding that dick like a horsie Giddy up wid it baby Never loving no bitches Giving me jones that can force me Niggas turn to mack like us Cause they getting played At they own damned skin Fall in love start fighting for that hoe Trick or treating like it's halloween If you can't see open up your eyes And wake up cause you sleep on your knees Cause I said it was a time when a no good hoe You need to be getting rich How you calling yourself a pimp Boy you fucking up the game, Scullies taking you off your square You ain't a playa youz a lame Don't push me just want the pussy If you broke please don't tempt me Kilo's on that hi-tech shit A bitch will never pimp me Hook |
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(Chorus)
Hoochie, Coochie Everything It's all hidey-ho shake the party drink forties the rodeo. (2X) Cold Hard, Never, Wild, Kilo, finna bring it on. Gitty up when I look around everybody's zoned. Bustin' out with the Tonka Toi bout to make some noise got the crowd the brothas proud of the Flict boyz. Rollin' down the avenue real slow, lookin' for a freaky deek that's good to go. Who we gone pick lord we don't know. Whoever we pick got to be slick and throw down with that rodeo. I can't take this anymore you keep on knocking at my door. Why you wanna waste my time in and out of my life. Tonight's the night we ride the rodeo. (Chorus) Gitty up now drop down to the flow Rodeo can you ride it some might brag a bit then don't know how to ride a lick. What's happenin' Rodeo make a move and get down wit it. Toi with the clique from Conflict Rodeo ride it. Sitting here in my bedroom thinking of all the things you can do when you touch me in all the right places my toes curl up I just can't take it. You told me that you cared and you wanna stay away but why can't you stay for awhile and play. Tonight's the night that we ride the rodeo. (Chorus) (Bridge) Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up. Gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up now. Gitty up, gitty up, gitty up. Gitty up now. Tonight is the night that we ride the rodeo. |
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| 4:18 |
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Chorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man
(KILO) I was born to be a PIMP! Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin, Never caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon, Who-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit, In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang was the knowledge I (???) to the left side, Went under(??? walkin???)well, hangin on the curb puffing herb Straight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get my nine Strappin up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block This is a stick up,don't make it no limit let's pick up (nigga) You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka You best to give it up to the right, thats them niggas conception But thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left Chorus x3 (Wildstyle) They said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass I'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it BITCH Comin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why? I was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing I learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa Blastin at the niggas on the other side picking up the trigger when you come up right? Aint no love what love got to do with it when you be slappin them ugly BITCHES! Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes She be giving up the pussy left and right I could've fucked that hoe last night Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set, 45 automatic if you want to get off your chest Shoulda broke it to the left man Chorus x3 (ColdHard) Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it For fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker that you thought you had you a trickhead Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit And your whole click aint shit to me Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D Bustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast Know you hoes can come and see me Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time Specially when I come to shoot I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine Only you some nigga dying to hell wit his momma and them and all that crying Nigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN, Another nigga that wont make it in this world man, played hisself to the right And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame Should've broke it to the left man Chorus x3 (Never) Could it be that a nigga want to play game, And the game done already been played, Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit for your homies in they grave, Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep, So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper When you told the playa pimp ill beat ya and a nigga like me was always in the game Cuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight Nigga used to get they ass (???), and its still the same up in the CHI Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin butts up in they face, On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace, And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid Smokin on a fat sack, gat to the left lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray Pimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay In the cradle, if ya able Break it to the left man Chorus (till song fades out) |
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| 4:10 |
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Hook:
Just getting my money All the girls in the world wanna ride wit me Just getting my money I'm a Chi-town playa can't you see Just getting my money Mack all the way what can I say Just getting my money I'm the prince of the funk And it sounds this way Verse 1: Cold Hard, Kilo Introducing myself as the chief-king Cold Hard Looking cold like the blow Of windsmoke like a bodyguard Slick as the slickest Slicker you can thinka Screw me ya goofy trick And then I'll switch ya Got me all hot when haters be at me Tryin' ta kick off something cause I be jazzy But I don't trip at all, I keep on macking Sit back relax as my ends keep on stacking (Kilo) Check it out I strut Peeping all the good butts Can I get it on you can have a cut Of a potent raw dope party That have you peeped in one hit Of the key to mack, have you freaking Straight game from the Chi-town The fly town, stop fighting all you fat girls I'ma thousand grammes so act clown Playas hated looking faded Ain't that funny, dummy, Yo girl be giving up the money Hook Verse 2: Neverless Brothers like me you know I have ta ball a bit Out wit the Conflict and you know we runnin' it My fellas told me there's a gang hanging on the road Rolling down the window macking on these 3-0-4's They creeping peeping to the game but they all the same Rolling round wid me this trying ta get up in yo brain But I maintain mine, and I gotta claim mine Running wid them renegades stepping in between lines We rolling up the vibes, stepping in the 9-5 Kilo, Cold Hard and the Never wid the Wild Style Freaks in Deca-T Westside and Chi-Town the best Cause we westbound put 2 up on ya chest now Bow down, bow-wow yo yippee-yay Crucial Conflict's got 'em in the barn smoking on hay But still it's on to the break a dawn, dawn of the day As I chill wid the Conflict, just getting my money! Hook Verse 3: WildStyle Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side As I ride on the funky track bumpin' yo back In the 'Lac we be like snicking a mix like this Every single day when I play my way Cause it ain't no thing for me ta just chill Got my money in my pocket everything is real Who is me? What is me? Could you be like me? Creepin' it's the weekend and I'll be sneaking Bass penetrate my chest when I'm off the cess-sime Ya see the mack make it easy, All a y'all freaks we can party all night Throw ya hands in the s-k-y put 'em up high Sweet, beet, good enough ta eat, Get ya champagne glasses drink is on me To all you MCs, playas indeed, it's the wicked WildStyle And I'd like ta say peace Hook (til' fade) |
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| 4:28 |
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Get up, ride, sit back Who's dangerous Get up, pow, you foul Can't hang wid this Get up, now, gun blast It's a Conflict Get up, ride, sit back Who's dangerous Verse 1: WildStyle It's time to get up and hit the hay Wid the high ass hay song Betta come and get some Drop the top up in and Cock the glock and peel Rolling through the teal What it feel? And if I slip Ya betta come equipped Listen to the whips And the gunshot rips I really don't give a damn how you feel I kill if I gotta do it Down and to the ground I nail When it's time to mack, them freaks, I gotta strap up wid Jimmy, uhh, When I get it wid a girl and the dough It's a rodeo show from the back wid the Carlos When I gon' slang them thangs They write the word the word is flict Tricks wid style it's WildStyle I'm pissed, you think you can throw Now fool you wish, rodeo we on me, lay back Taking all you bunk punks wid the quickness You supposed to be a playa But you running at the mouth Shoulda mind your business Come and get it try to get it Rougher than the necks I break necks on somebody wanna flex Then let's flex and get it off your chest The wild west, yes, flict Hook Verse 2: Cold Hard It's the wicked wild west, Winchester for your chest Or your man people just can't understand That I'm a hoodlum that's rawwed up When I close-in slowly posing if you snooze Then you losing ya whole damn crew Those scoundrels got a round for 'em If ya mama want drama I'ma bump her in too Buck, snap, load 'em up roll out HEAD FOR THE HILLS NOW! Stuck, trapped, bottle up no clout Death for real pow Never could ya get it Wid a renegade desperado, Plenty ammo flowing like a fountain I be coming round the mountain, Gunning, nigga done in Ya best ta giddy up When ya hear them horsies troddin' At full riding, and ya climbing And someone shotting Much trouble passing on the barnyard Go 'head and bounce and let it go I'm sick a these soft party cliks wanna flow It's the real rodeo kicking the flow So hoe on the ride Can ya giddy up hoe? Hook Verse 3: Kilo Thinking I won't bust you Don't luck your punk Glad ta get your body stunk As I creep wid a rowdy clik Ta ease ya feet and pop the trunk Man I hate ta do this shit Cause it was my melody Thought that I called him a bitch So I up my barrel-y Didn't have ta hit ya for the homicide That's why he died nobody cried He shouldn'ta tried Holla flict and ride Meet you in your next life Get on you square get high tonight Cause last night when he been here Now he wanna know why he didn't ride A pocket knife or even flict Boing boing ya see me dong floing Giddy up now watch me get thoing Get ya ass fast I'ma last Demonstrate, pass we crash Face to face and my nigga Gohilian mixed beast type nigga Dangerous to the world Giddy up now what you figure nigga Hook Verse 4: Never Everybody giddy up Drum down on your money Do you wanna put um up now, shit Fucking put him up punk I'ma put him in the trunk I'ma mind smoke him up wid tha fives All a bag a funk And go coast to coast and GET UP Crucial Conflcit got 'em on cloud nine Doing hard time In the state a mind of a, killa Niggas act like I won't pull Tha block block blam Boogie woogie shake it to the left man Back to the right man Making the tightest song Gone again, drinking on gin Smoking on hay getting in my zone Riding slick been on the block a bit Put on the good old Final Tic C-H-I-C-A-G-O giddy up While we kick that rodeo Back to back we gonna smoke on And toke a sack and tack the proke on I was born to get up and put 'em in flight Never say never cause never'll do And make 'em all giddy up tonight Side to side let's ride and roll Ya can't control ya self no more So come on ya gone Got 'em all dropping And leave 'em hopping To the hip old west For you ya boo ya whole crew too Hook |
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| 4:21 |
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Sittin on a quarter 'p of hay
Thangs is feelin good today. I'm tore up,from the floor up Sippin on some crown royal. Trippin,in a circle of wood Where everybody smoke they own bud. Good ole' hay How you feel today? Fine,blowed and dandy. Silly like i'm hype off candy. Gotta big,thick chic named sandy. In the farm in the middle of the barn Where everybody's feelin crazy. I went to visit granny's house. Now i see why don't nobody leave. We constantly,constantly,constantly smokin b's. Too blitzed to even shake it off But i still got my head up. Coldhard finna go in the back of the barn And get my big black peter sucked Pass the hay you silly slut, Blaze it up so i can hit that bud. Git me zoned and i'll be on. Cuz i love to smoke upon hay. (chorus) Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. Smokin on Haaayy in the middle of the barn. The hay got me goin through a stage And i just can't get enough. Smokin everyday I got some hay And you know i'm finna roll it up. Make a cloud I'm gonna take my mind away from all the Bullcrap. Bump my sounds Lay back and roll Mack to the freaks that's on the road. Sometimes i wonder When i was blowed on the streets. Anybody wanna step to me, I'ma see how rough they be. In this session,manifesting On myp's and q's Never snooze cause i refuse. Inhale,exhale the smell. Smokin hay all by myself. Wildstle,laughin loud. Wit my homies by my side. If somethin jump off let it ride On my square when time is live. Everybody throw it up Go to the barn and get some hay. When i get my choke on. Fool you know i'm smokin on...... Hay now hay We smokin up hay in the middle of the barn And i'm lit up Can't get up My eyes are red And my head is spinnin. Took another pull Ridin red bull Got the goofies, can't stop grinnin. Got a posse full of hoes playin in my braids And we bout to get in em. Over yonder is the barn where the pals be at And everything funny. Gotta pause some nigga tryin' to blow my high Smokin all that hay with no money. Now truly this bitch wanna do me So i hit the 151bacardi She high like the sun Thick like cornbread,and i'm ready to party. That hay got me so gotdamn horny But i don't like that tramp. The only reason I'm poppin that coochie cause the hoe had a book of foodstamps. And i got the munchies I need soul food. Collard greens or pinto beans. If you smoke hay like the conflict do, Then you know what the hell i mean. (chorus) Rollin down the block Car full of flies and the flies tried to rise up out dat dorr crack. Got my niggas in the barn smokin on that Hay stack Back up on the scene from smokin herb, I creeped up on the wall and all i heard. Was a bud of mine who dropped a needle in The hay With a funky dime word. Couldn't be myself Couldn't smoke wit nobody else If i didn't pass it to the left. Nigga would have lost my breath. Open up the window 'fore i fall and faint But i can't Cause i roll around in dat barn ride. Rollin up the hootie hoo Roughest skin roller on dat west side. Nigga come on in I got some hay Won't you close dat barn door Nigga what you let them flies out for? Ain't nobody to rich, we poor. Lettin all the contact smoke up in the barn The flies keep us chokin. Thank you jesus christ For all the hay you're givin us Cause we'll keep on smokin'. (chorus) |
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